Chapter One Hundred-Twenty

As evening descended, with the sun hovering on the horizon, Camilla found herself beside a pristine pool.

The water appeared inviting, its coolness and refreshment irresistible, compelling her to give in to the temptation.

She dipped herself underneath and resurfaced about ten seconds later, her hands pushing back her wet hair.

With closed eyes, she soaked in the serene beauty of her surroundings and broke into a contented smile.

Her gaze shifted to the water, but her expression morphed from bliss to shock as the once-clear, transparent pool water suddenly turned a sinister shade of crimson red.

Frightened and bewildered, she looked around, trying to fathom how this transformation had occurred and who could have possibly done such a thing.

Her eyes darted across the pool, and then she spotted a figure, seemingly a male, floating motionless on the crimson surface.

The figure appeared lifeless, and fear gripped Camilla's heart.

Despite her trepidation, she mustered the courage to investi